Challenge #44: Pass It On Nick & Monroe (friendship), You’re pregnant?!?, crack/humour
For luthienberen. I've never written for this fandom before; I hope everyone likes it. Hasn't been beta'd.
Monroe is standing behind the counter at Rosalee’s shop; grin plastered from ear-to-ear on the blutbad’s face. It’s borderlining on creepy, but of course -- Monroe’s none-the-less wiser. Nick walks inside, a look around before he blinks. “Monroe? Buddy? You okay?”
“Oh yeah, yeah! I’m fine! Glorious, in fact.” Arms spread with a flourish. The grin only grows and the rest of his face isn’t much moving. It’s only adding to the creep factor.
“Okay… then… what’s going on?” Nick leans on the counter.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re grinning and… that’s unusual.”
“It is?” Monroe is carrying this almost quizzical expression now.
“Well, the way you’re grinning is.”
“The way I’m grinning is unusual?”
“Yeah. You could say that.”
“Huh.” Monroe doesn’t seem thrown.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
Nick’s growing tired of this back and forth. A groan of frustration. Temple rub. “What you’re grinning so creepily about?”
“OH. Wait -- my grin is creepy?”
“Worse than the smile of a bauerschwein.”
“Ouch.” Monroe looks offended by the reference.
“Monroe.”
“You’ll never believe this. I’m so excited. I can’t contain myself. I’m pregnant!”
Silence.
“Nick? Didn’t you hear me? I’m pregnant!”
Silence remains. Before muffled snorting. It eventually billows into full-grown roaring laughter. Monroe is once again puzzled by this reaction and he’s almost offended. His features darken. “What’s so funny?”
“Did you hear what you just said?”
“Yeah. I did. I’m--oh my god.” Head hits the counter. Nick is laughing all over again. Now when he grins; it’s beautiful and lights up the room. Monroe might be slightly jealous of that ability and almost feels like he should throw something.
“I’m not--I mean--it’s not me who’s pregnant. It’s Rosalee. Rosalee’s pregnant. We--we’re--going to have a baby. I’m going to be a daddy.” The last sentence is misty; wistful. A swallow, he’s nervous but Nick approaches and hugs his friend.
“Congratulations, you’ve got nothing to worry about, besides… you’ll work off the weight quickly.” Hand on Monroe’s stomach and laughing again; before he’s shoved off with a growl and Monroe is muttering about never telling him anything again.
Icon --> Monroe, Sepia
Drabble --> Rosalee and Juliette, Girl's Night
Monroe is standing behind the counter at Rosalee’s shop; grin plastered from ear-to-ear on the blutbad’s face. It’s borderlining on creepy, but of course -- Monroe’s none-the-less wiser. Nick walks inside, a look around before he blinks. “Monroe? Buddy? You okay?”
“Oh yeah, yeah! I’m fine! Glorious, in fact.” Arms spread with a flourish. The grin only grows and the rest of his face isn’t much moving. It’s only adding to the creep factor.
“Okay… then… what’s going on?” Nick leans on the counter.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re grinning and… that’s unusual.”
“It is?” Monroe is carrying this almost quizzical expression now.
“Well, the way you’re grinning is.”
“The way I’m grinning is unusual?”
“Yeah. You could say that.”
“Huh.” Monroe doesn’t seem thrown.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
Nick’s growing tired of this back and forth. A groan of frustration. Temple rub. “What you’re grinning so creepily about?”
“OH. Wait -- my grin is creepy?”
“Worse than the smile of a bauerschwein.”
“Ouch.” Monroe looks offended by the reference.
“Monroe.”
“You’ll never believe this. I’m so excited. I can’t contain myself. I’m pregnant!”
Silence.
“Nick? Didn’t you hear me? I’m pregnant!”
Silence remains. Before muffled snorting. It eventually billows into full-grown roaring laughter. Monroe is once again puzzled by this reaction and he’s almost offended. His features darken. “What’s so funny?”
“Did you hear what you just said?”
“Yeah. I did. I’m--oh my god.” Head hits the counter. Nick is laughing all over again. Now when he grins; it’s beautiful and lights up the room. Monroe might be slightly jealous of that ability and almost feels like he should throw something.
“I’m not--I mean--it’s not me who’s pregnant. It’s Rosalee. Rosalee’s pregnant. We--we’re--going to have a baby. I’m going to be a daddy.” The last sentence is misty; wistful. A swallow, he’s nervous but Nick approaches and hugs his friend.
“Congratulations, you’ve got nothing to worry about, besides… you’ll work off the weight quickly.” Hand on Monroe’s stomach and laughing again; before he’s shoved off with a growl and Monroe is muttering about never telling him anything again.
Icon --> Monroe, Sepia
Drabble --> Rosalee and Juliette, Girl's Night